working on a song... thought I'd share... with no music, its pretty lame I guess, but when you are solo on your music projects, well I guess that's what it is until you can find someone to give your story actual meaning (music).. and right now I am solo.. just writing
Get prettied up
Hoping they'll notice, praying that maybe this time
lost a few pounds...
Maybe they'll see, say something... anything
Desire is there
maybe it was, but its gone, confusion sets in
"you're so beautiful"
I believed it, not sure why, it was a lie
Chorus:
At night I face a wall
outdated, and dusty
a toy, stuck in a box
my tears won't subside
I am lost...
what can I do
facing this wall, its hurting, killing me
You just can't see
this shell of me, empty... empty
Chorus:
At night I face a wall
outdated, and dusty
a toy, stuck in a box
my tears won't subside
I am lost...
Bridge:
Help me to live, help me to see, fill up this empty part of me...
remove this wall, breakdown this box... see what you are missing..
can't you see what you are missing when you sleep?
Chorus:
At night I face a wall
outdated, and dusty
a toy, stuck in a box
my tears won't subside
I am lost...
I am lost
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